I'm Dreaming of a White Thanksgiving

I shoveled 4" or more of snow this morning, and finished just before the newspaper was delivered.  (I gave him a nice, wide landing area on my driveway, for when he tossed it from his car.)  A powdery snow is still falling.  A friend was planning on driving into town to visit and have dinner with me at Black Angus, one of our favorite restaurants.  (I'm erring on her side of caution and figure she won't make the drive, so I cleared only enough space in the driveway for my car.)  I sent her a text about the snow and said I might walk to Spain later, to see if the city plowed the main roads.

For those of you not familiar with my area of Albuquerque, Spain is the closest, main road to my house.  I think it funny that the next, main road to the south is Manitoba.  I sometimes wonder if you can drive from Spain to Manitoba (or Manitoba to Spain, depending which direction you're going) in an instant anywhere else in the world.

/ahem/ I'd like to dedicate this next song to my Canadian friends.

It seems it never rains in southern Manitoba,
But it snows.
Man, it snows!

I Don't Think I've Shared This One with You Yet

Tonight is the first snow of the year for Albuquerque.  (It has already snowed a couple of times in Santa Fe.)  I made sure to refuel my car this evening.  As I neared my house, I thought it wasn't a fit night to be out.  Only the pet owners would be out, because their dogs need to be walked, regardless of the weather.  I smiled at a memory.

Some time ago, a coworker was talking about one of our customers and said, "The guy who walks her dog is a friend of R-----'s, but I don't remember his name."

"Luke," I said.

My coworkers looked at me with surprise.

"Luke Dogwalker."